The internet is my junk drawer: Livejournal found poem

pumpkin spice sneezes,
tea cup chamomile valerian  
a platter, surrounded
long times together and fall asleep
drifting off slowly, inching small thresholds,
net above my bed catches wolves now gone
now that i am olderbackwards to see strips of sunset light fall
jewelry karma
the sad potpourri of dying alone.


i once tried to be a dancer, one that spent time in a church downtown
talking to those ghosts,
lived in that hole
in the ceiling above the stage.
i took the little children there and turned off the lights, just to see them scared,
but more i wanted to see them get over that fright.
coolest thing since hawaiian shaved ice.


**composed entirely by copy/pasting parts of personal livejournal entries written between 2005-2006.